Wide awake

Chapter Twenty Four. Mocha Desperation Sensations

B.P.O.V

I awoke to a loud banging that made me nuzzle further into Edward’s chest. I winced with every bang, barely conscious. I could hear a muffled booming voice behind the banging as I rose and fell with each breath of the chest I was lying on. I hugged Edward tighter, willing it to go away. All of a sudden I was being shot up into the sitting position against Edward’s chest.

“Hold on!” Edward screamed in a panicked voice. I stiffened as I realized the muffled voice belonged to Emmett. At Edward’s door.

“Come the fuck on! Carlisle’s waiting for you!” He yelled through the door. My eyes grew wide and I glanced forward to Edward, whose eyes were as wide as mine, with a frantic expression on his face. Then I heard it. The doorknob rattling. Panicked, I grasped at the covers to hide my bare torso, nearly elbowing Edward in the face. He grabbed my arm and his face softened in relief. He mouthed “locked” to me as the rattling subsided.

He darted his eyes at the, thankfully locked door. “Fuck off! I’ll be down in ten.” He yelled back at the door. I cringed at the loud noise in my ear as he glanced back at me apologetically. He held onto my arm lightly, waiting for confirmation that Emmett had left. We stared into each others eyes. A silent panicked conversation going on. I was worried that something was wrong. That they suspected I was up here. He clearly saw that worry in my eyes, because he shook his head at me with serious expression on his face.

Eventually we could hear Emmett’s loud footsteps retreating down the hallway. We both let out a deep breath of relief as our postures relaxed.

Edward fell back onto the bed, while I stayed upright. He began grumbling and running his fingers through his messy hair. All I could make out was “…impatient fucking bastards….. too fucking old for that shit….thirty minutes….. perfectly good sleep.”

I chanced a glance at the clock and realized it was only five in the morning. Realizing that it was probably a good idea for me to get home early anyways, I reluctantly lifted my knee from Edward’s side and climbed off of him. He kept his eyes shut. Either because he was too tired to open them, or because he was giving me privacy, I wasn’t sure. But I fetched my sweater from the end of the bed and slid it back over my head quickly.

My hips were stiff from our unusual position, and I made a promise to myself to never do it again as I waddled to the sofa to put my shoes on. I threw them on quickly, pulling my hoodie over my head hastily, fearing that Emmett might return again. I snatched my bag up and began stuffing the used containers from the previous night’s meal into it. I fished his cookies from the bag and dropped them off beside the alarm clock that still hadn’t gone off yet.

I turned to Edward, still lying in the bed, and he was staring at me with the most heartbreaking desolate expression on his face. I smiled at him, unwilling to let him be sad over any of the previous night’s events. He smiled back sadly and waved me over to the bed. I climbed up without hesitation, ready to receive my morning cheek kiss. He sat up and leaned over to flick on the lamp, illuminating the dark room in bright light, and making me squint against it. Edward was squinting too as he leaned into my cheek and planted one single soft kiss onto it. He held his lips there, on my cheek for a few seconds. I closed my eyes and relished the touch of his lips against me. Eventually he eased himself back down onto the bed. But his expression had turned hollow and impossibly sadder.

My heart clenched and I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I was too afraid that Emmett would return while I was doing it. But I had to let him know that whatever he was thinking or feeling, it wouldn’t make me turn away. So I leaned into him slowly. His sad green eyes never left mine as I eased down over him, sliding my hand down below the blanket covering his chest, and felt my way across his skin to find the ring hanging around it. I grasped it tightly and planted a soft kiss on his warm neck. He remained motionless.